Page One - "Reawaken"

You've been asleep for too long.
And I believe...
This world is ready for you.
Once you awaken, then
will you find who you are.
I've spent three and a half years molding you,
and everything I went through,
to help make you the best of who you are to become.
I want you to know of all the love you are missing,
that I could not give you until I came into this state.
I want you to know, however,
that there is evil in this world, and 
I do not want you to get hurt.
If you cry,
know that I will always be by your side,
ready to be your guide.
I will explain that some have bad intentions.
If you can not sleep at night,
when the full moon caresses the curtains in your room,
I will sing soothingly, like I always have.
If you are troubled,
I will be there to help you through everything and more.
If you are confused,
let me feed you my voice,
and nourish the wise words of the great. 
If you let me,
I will always cherish you.
By the way, my little flower,
I need you to know just how much you mean to me.
That's why it's a big internal conflict for me,
as whether to awaken you, or let you rest.
But suddenly I decide to make you invincible.
If you are so, no one can hurt you.
But I have given you my past.
I have put you away in my little glass box.
I have pondered about how you will benefit from this world.
By giving you solitude, I let you observe with closed eyes.
By letting you sleep, I have given you rest.
By giving you life, I will be letting you love.
With this world's mixed feelings
I have given you a glimpse of what you will experience.
...and now I decide.
I have made my choice.
Awaken, my dear.
Reawaken,
and let me know you are there.

Eyes open and shimmer,
a white light emitted 
from her seemingly newborn eyes.

 
"...I am."

©LJ
27 December, 2012

Round & Round

Round and round we go
Like the children we knew we used to be...

It's only because
You never understood.
Did you lose yourself on the
Ship of ignorance
In the vast ocean of hatred?

Round and round we go
Dreaming of happy days we knew used to be there

It's only because
No one ever tucked us into our bed,
Or held our frightened, fragile bodies.
No one ever sang us a lullaby
Or even checked on us when we were sick

Round and round we go
Dancing and singing alongside each other

It's only because
It's our role in nature
To act like Society.
Being out of place,
And you're ridiculed for life.

Round and round we go
Spinning around and around
Small child, do not cry...

It's only because
This world we live in
Is not the way we want it to be
But we Deal with it
May they outcome blood, tears, and death.

Round and round we go
Wondering if love was underestimated
Round and round we go
Small child, do not cry.
Round and round we go
Dancing and singing alongside each other.
Round and Round we go
Dreaming of happy days we knew used to be there.
Round and round we go
Like the children we used to be.

....Round and round we go
The sweet, innocent children
Small child, please do not cry
I will sing your lullaby
And in the end, tho we all die
In my embrace, I will stay
by your side.

....Round....And....Round....We...Go....

©LJ
9 January, 2012

Partly Cloudy Skies

Look up.

What's there?

What I see is a beautiful tale.

What seemingly pictures swim

 in a beautiful ocean.

What a simple, an elementary backdrop

to an abstract art show.

What a beautiful recreation of a television show

that needs no voice, electric, or outside source to air.

Maybe the power for these performances comes from the sun,

and her rays that supply energy to the characters of shaded whites and grays.

When it rains, the characters get together
for a three-dimensional performance;
throwing props at their unexpected audience.
At night, when the stage goes dark,
the characters do one of two things:
They go home for the night,
or, if their audience demands an encore,
they will stay and perform again,
one of their many performances.
This is what I see, 
when I look up at partly cloudy skies.

©LJ

12 December, 2012 

14 December, 2012

Voices

Voices here, voices there,

Voices, voices everywhere.

Voices in the darkest creaks,

Voices in the highest peaks.

Voices ringing in my ear,

Voices calling me so near,

Voices east and voices west.

Voices, voices, let me rest.

In my head, pounding in my blood,

In my nerves, the raging, hectic flood

That engulfs me in a lovely pain

Or a dream of nothing left to gain.

Where, oh where do these voices come?

From my moods interchange, become.

Tell me I was good, and tell me I was bad.

Tell me I was horrible, or rejoice and be so glad.

Tell me I was lucky to have these voices in my head

Tell me I was cursed with the negative voice instead.

Tell me what was wrong, and tell me what was right.

Tell me do I impress you with these voices' flight?

From one and two and three and four, five and six, seven, eight,

Another day without you, and I have no patience to wait.

Just say that forevermore you love me, and I will be so deep

Immersed in love so near, and lulled by you to sleep.

Tell me you'll be right here, and protect me, safe and sound, as time goes by

Soothing words softly in my hear, the humming of the mockingbird, your lullaby.

Voices in my head, tell me why,

Why can't you decide the truth and leave me here to cry.

My heart can't take the nervous feeling deep inside my head.

My mind can't take the thought of ridicule, the thought I dread.

And even when I'm gone, the voices will be near

Telling me what I did wrong, what I was supposed to do here.

©LJ

19 April, 2012

Cat Pictures (8 December, 2012)

A cat called Cindy Lou.

 

From Left To Right:

Moreno, Momma, and Cindy Lou. (:

All rights reserved.

-LJ

8 December, 2012

Prologue

A scent of Christmas fills the air,

a friendly aura, everywhere.

I hear his voice beckon me,

stirring in my dizziness, I try to understand

his simple command:

"Please remember me!  Hold my hand!"

Before me, arms outstretched,

welcoming me into blissful silence.

He, who's given me his heart,

promises we will never part.

As all love missions 

involve no strife...

Here, we start, our beautiful tale,

 in the Book of Life.

©LJ

5 December, 2012